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I got in the air
I got money
This blowing up my cell'
Broke her heart and I don't
I got pretty bitches walking 'round in underwear
Bales of kush all I sell
I fuck by the pair
They say he ain't playing
That boy that be fresh as
All this fucking ice all on me that bitch couldn't do but stare
I got in the air
I got pistols
They say God don't hate
I might send that boy to

Smoking on shit that you can't get inside my 'rari
With a Barbie, he young, and he rich and retarded
Sitting at the house and that just into a party
Got bitches and some molly want a beef and I don't squash it
Old rapper from the other of town was hating so I fucked his baby mama now he sick, ya dig
In the club standing on top of shit and gelato
Pouring up activis bitches gold bottles
Got a lot of scales, a lot of
Lot of on, no shirt
been counting too much paper it got my hands hurtin'
I'm in the backseat laughing at the haters the curtains

I got in the air
I got money
This bitch blowing up my
Broke her and I don't care
I got pretty bitches walking 'round in underwear
of kush that's all I sell
I fuck bitches by the
say he ain't playing fair
That boy be fresh as hell
All this fucking ice all on me that bitch couldn't do but stare
I got in the air
I got everywhere
say God don't like hate
I might send that boy to

I just left the bank, I do you can't
I just drunk a paint, you be ashamed
Your gave me brain, in the turning lane
Heard you got a hit on me homie I they've got a good aim
I got on six chains, big diamond rings
Trap nigga with a mill later I'll still be the same
All I do is smoke weed, I'm up with double G's
The same room a hundred P's and had a threesome at the double G

I got in the air
I got money
This bitch up my cell'
Broke her heart and I care
I got pretty bitches walking 'round in their
Bells of kush that's all I
I fuck by the pair
They say he playing fair
That boy that be as hell
All this fucking ice all on me that bitch do none' but stare
I got in the air
I got everywhere
They say God don't like
I send that boy to hell